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Acounts of Abduction	By : GeminiStar Category: Digimon > General Views: 3308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon: Digital Monsters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay, only warning as to the contrary - These chapters are not particularly linear. Each chapter will reveal a little more of the story, each could be a one-shot to stand on its own, and each could be the end if I run out of ideas. In other words, this is basically a series of short stories that connect and move with each other, not something that comes out easily and smoothly.

WARNINGS: This Chapter contains stalking with threatening intent, kidnapping, homosexuality, fetishes for bondage and French maid outfits, physical abuse, sexual abuse, statutory rape, attempted suicide and the disturbing obsession of a twenty-six year old man with a fourteen year old boy. And some bad language.

POV: Higure Koukon/(you�ll find out in a second) - Normal 3^rd person POV

Disclaimer: I don�t own Digimon or anything related to it. Don�t sue me, I think I need the money for therapy.

Account of Abduction

Chapter 2: Obsession

You know, it wasn�t like I meant to be attracted to him this way, but human emotions can be such a bother.

When I entered this human world I had only one goal: To get back what was mine. It wasn�t like I liked the boy or anything, simply that he was mine. Or, more specifically, his body was mine, even if he thought to be rid of me. Yes, my spirits had been �cleansed�, mutated into that god-damned �pure� spirit, but I�ll be damned to rot in hell before letting him get away from me so easily.

It was a long, painstaking task to rebuild some semblance of a spirit around what was left of my consciousness. It took three human years. Three years. But I�m a patient Digimon. I�d have to be, to inhabit a body like this one.

This hadn�t been my target, of course, but after three years I found that my true body had been unplugged. I couldn�t reach him, not while he wandered unattached to the medical machines that had connected his mind to the Digital Plane. So, I found a more convenient shell to inhabit temporarily.

The foolish human who previously owned this form was psychologically unbalanced and depressed. Before attempting to take his own life, he had been rejected by another human, a fellow male whom he had harbored affections for. Driven to near-madness by his grief and overly-imagined stress, he swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills, mixed liberally with alcohol.

I managed to stumble upon him just before his pitiful soul was loosened from his body. Cutting the last remaining thread holding the spirit there, I swiftly took its place before the body could go into full arrest. And thus I took on the persona of young human business tycoon Higure Koukon.

Naturally enough, it took a long time for my new body to recover from its previous owner�s self hatred. Months, in fact, as his pathetic human systems slowly siphoned out the poisons he had put in. Those months I spent fatigued, almost too weak to move, but I used my time wisely. I searched the information brought by my host�s laptop computer to find my boy.

When I was finally released, I went in search of him. It wasn�t too hard. Between my own partial memories of his life and the information I had gathered it took mere days to find his hiding place.

Of course, that was when my host�s emotions kicked in.

You see, this body of mine had been�shall we say �attracted��to members of his own sex since he was a small child. And, if the attempted suicide after the rejection of one of his would-be lovers was any indication, he had very little problems with keeping it out in the open.

And those open, blatant and unusually strong emotions mixed with my own desire to regain my control of the boy. So that day, when I waited outside of his school building for my first glimpse of him outside of a mirror, I was not prepared nor responsible for what happened next.

I wanted him.

The organ humans call a heart started to race the moment I spotted him. There wasn�t really anything special about him here�normal clothes, normal height, normal junior high school boy. But to me, he stood out in the throng, like a beacon. And I wanted him.

Even as I returned to my own hiding place, my host�s ancient family home, I couldn�t stop thinking of him. I wanted him with me, beside me. I wanted to touch him, for reasons I could not explain. It was confusing, but it was wonderful all the same.

That night, the idea of taking his body as my own was lost. I wanted him, here with me, separate, in his own body. My dreams danced with dizzying pictures of lust and desire that sent very interesting sensations throughout my entire body.

As the shadows wore on, my mind painted wonderfully erotic scenes for my imagination to enjoy. In one, he was beneath me on the bed, hands bound to the headboard, gasping and moaning as I explored every last inch of his naked form. In another I had him pinned to the wall, my mouth covering his as my hands searched the hidden parts. The most attractive image of all came just before I woke�the sight of him in a frilly black-and-white outfits worn by some of the staff, looking up at me shyly and calling me �master�.

I was later informed that those outfits were meant for females, but as it remained my most arousing fantasy, it mattered very little.

As days went by, my imaginings grew more and more intense, especially the more I saw of him. And I made sure to see as much of him as I could. His home, his friends his routes, I knew them all, and following him drove me insane. I wanted him, and by all rights his body belonged to me�I had to have him for my own!

After all my obsession, I finally got my chance one dark, rainy day�

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Kouichi walked home through the impossibly thick rain, pulling his coat around him somewhat futilely. It had only been five minutes in the malestorm and he was already soaked through. Squinting around him at the barren street, he kept a close eye on the building numbers, counting them off until they got to his apartment.

A pair of headlights sudden blazed to life not too far behind him, the accompanying rumble of an engine making him jump. The rain was so thick and endless, he hadn�t noticed the long, black limo-car that was parked beside him.

The door opened, cutting him off. Inside, smiling out at him, was a tall, pale young man dressed completely in black.

Kouichi recoiled, recognizing the dark, red-brown eyes and sickly, cold grin slipping over his face. It was him, the same face that had been following him�watching him�He quickly took a few steps back. �S-Stay away from me.�

�Now now.� The blonde shook one finger in a tut-tut manner. �That�s not very nice. Wouldn�t you like a ride? You�re so cold and wet.�

Kouichi turned to make a break for it, but found his way blocked by the driver, who was easily six feet tall and built vaguely like a brick wall. He grabbed Kouichi by the shoulder, lifting him just a few centimeters to shove him across the slick ground, forcing him back into his employer�s cab.

�Let go of me!� Kouichi shouted, struggling even as the man in the car grasped him around the waist to drag him inside. �Let me go! Let go!�

The door slammed shut, followed seconds after by the engine revving up and the car speeding off. Kouichi wrestled his way out of his captor�s grasp and gripped the door handle. He shoved and yanked, but found it locked from the outside. He pounded on the heavily-tinted window, screaming for help even as he tried to break the glass.

Long, thin, pale arms slithered around his shoulders. A shiver ran up Kouichi�s spine as a soft voice began to whisper mere centimeters from his ear. �Don�t waste your breath, pet. No one can hear you for the rain. And by the time that stops, we�ll be so far out of town there will be no one to hear your pretty little voice but me.�

Snapping free of the arms, Kouichi spun to face his captor, his back pressed up against the door like a cornered cat. �Who are you?�

�You don�t recognize me?� The man chuckled softly, reaching out to gently brush his fingers against the boy�s cheeks. �I suppose that�s normal. I have made some major changes.�

Kouichi snapped back again, nearly hitting his head in his attempt to get away. �What do you want with me, you freak?!�

�Now that isn�t very nice.� The man suddenly had him by the throat, swinging him around to lie flat on his back across the plush seat. Kouichi�s hands snapped to the arms around his throat, even as the man straddled him across the waist.

�I�m just here to claim what�s mine!� He snarled, leaning close to the boy he was nearly strangling. �I entered this world just to look for you, and now that I have you, I intend to keep what�s mine.�

Kouichi gasped, eyes widening in recognition and shock. The man grinned even more broadly as he mouthed, breathless. �Duskmon��

�That�s right.� Koukon/Duskmon chuckled softly. �Remember me. Remember your fear, your anger. Remember your new master, my little pet.�

He shifted his grip, releasing the boy�s throat to let him breathe and grip his wrists instead. With a fluent movement, he pinned the boy�s hands above his head. He grinned again, leaning down so that their noses touched. �Have you missed me, pet?� He whispered heavily, moments before planting a kiss right on the lips.

It wasn�t an easy one. Kouichi yelled in muffled protest, struggling harshly. Koukon increased the intensity of his kiss, his tongue slithering out to invade Kouichi�s mouth like a snake.

Five minutes later, he pulled up, breaking away. The boy took in a sharp gasp, gulping for air as hot tears of frustration and shame trickled down his cheeks.

�You can�t imagine how long I�ve longed for this.� Duskmon whispered huskily, grinding his hips into the boy beneath him so he could feel the bludge within the black leather pants. �Can you feel it, pet? Can you feel my desire? I�ve waited for this a long, long time, and now it�s time to take what belongs to me.�

�No�� The boy whimpered, trying to break the much stronger man�s hold. �Oh god�no��

�Oh, yes.� His captor hissed as the car pulled to a stop. �This is going to be so much fun��

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He struggled, of course. I always knew he would. As docile as his personality can be, his self-preservation has always been strong. So he struggled. He fought. He screamed.

And he gave in, eventually. It took me two weeks, but without his family or friends, cut off from the rest of the world, it was all too easy to break his spirit. He knows his place now, my little pet. I have my prize.

This morning I received one of the outfits I�d always imagined him in, the black and the frills. And what do you know�

It�s just his size.

TBC�

Wow. That was weird. It just kinda�came out, once I finally thought of an end to this chapter. So...here it is. Hope you liked it, and please remember to leave a review�Oh, and don�t kill me. It�s the muse�s fault.
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